Story of love

Under the quilt of winter skies,

Silent stars witness goodbyes.

A last “don’t go” in frozen air—

And all my love is left right there.

Empty hands—like broken wings,

A trembling heart that barely sings.

I smile to hide the way I bleed,

Pretending I don’t need what I need.

Tears catch fire in moonlight’s glow,

As if the night already knows.

I hold the space you used to fill,

And feel the room go colder still.

Every second carved in time,

Your voice still living under mine.

Fading footprints in the snow,

Where you went… I ache to go.

But even winter can’t undo—

The way I learned what love can do.

I’ll leave behind a picture bright,

To keep your love alive each night.

Inside my heart you’ll always stay,

Until we meet in warm November Day.

Walking home alone beneath

The crushing weight of grief and belief.

Your name keeps echoing through the cold,

A love too sacred to outgrow.

I speak to silence—no reply—

So I carry you as nights go by.

Frozen breath, my soul exposed,

I bloom in pain like winter’s rose.

I see you in the streetlight haze,

In small, kind things… in quiet days.

Gratitude and sorrow intertwine—

Two rivers meeting, both divine.

Some nights I laugh, then lose my breath,

’Cause love survives… even after death.

A vow to hold your light inside,

No darkness can our love divide.

Even in the quiet dark,

Your spark remains, a guiding mark.

I’ll leave behind a picture bright,

To keep your love alive each night.

Inside my heart you’ll always stay,

Until we meet in warm November Day.

Hope’s gentle whisper, soft and clear,

Grief is real, but you’re still near.

No shadows where our hearts align,

Love persists beyond decline.

Let me break, and let me sing—

Your love is not a vanishing thing.

If doubt comes creeping in tonight,

Look up—find the spark, the light.

Beneath the stars, so steady, true,

I’m still here… loving you.

And when my knees give in from pain,

I’ll say your name like gentle rain—

’Cause love like this can’t disappear…

It only changes where it lives.

I’ll leave behind a picture bright,

To keep your love alive each night.

Inside my heart you’ll always stay,

Until we meet in warm November Day.

Ah… (pp, long and airy)

Ah… (rise gently, like a small light lifting)

Mm… (fade to breath)

(Instrumental: a tender, rising “spark” motif—soft at first, then blooming into light… then fading to silence.)